35

“Are you insane?” I asked Blake, bewildered by the idea. “This is the second surprise visit you’re bringing me to today!”

“My parents know I’m visiting them, calm down Bethany.” He rolled his eyes at me.

“You could’ve at least told me! Look at me, I’m only jeans and a shirt.” I said tugging on the hem of my shirt. “If I knew at least I could’ve dressed up a bit with a blouse and gave a little more effort to my make-up.”

“You look beautiful.” He said and held my hand, holding it tight. “Stop worrying, okay? My parents will love you.”

“And how will you know that?’ I asked, the panic once again rising within me. “What if they don’t? This is a bad idea. What if they’ll hate me?”

“They won’t.” he reassured me as we got nearer to the house.

I stopped my tracks, pulling Blake to halt. And in a quiet voice I spoke up, “What if I don’t live up to what Stephanie set up for them? She must’ve been terrific at this kind of things. Your parents must love her.”

The expression on his face changed immediately. He released my hand and grabbed on to my arms instead with a little too much force to my liking. He looked mad, like I just pissed him off (I think I did). His gray eyes pierced right through me and I could see the fire behind them.

He is definitely angry.

“Bethany, I did not bring you to Stephanie just so that you can degrade yourself and think of the worst. I don’t want you comparing yourself to her. You and Stephanie are two completely different persons.”

“That’s not what I meant.” I muttered, looking down at the grass and how my sneakers stood out. “It’s….”

“You’ll do great Bethany.” He cupped my face, squishing my cheeks making me look like a chipmunk, and kissed me. “Trust me.”

I sighed and gave in. I’m being selfish if I don’t and Blake has been really patient with me. He has been the perfect boyfriend and refusing this would mean I am the worst girlfriend in history.

“If I start babbling, please step in and save me.” I warned him in advance as I took his hand.

He laughed. “That’ll be a sight to see.”

“Blake.” I frowned and poked his arm. “I’m serious. I don’t want to make a fool of myself.”

“Yeah, yeah sure.” He dismissed his hand in the air and knocked on the door.

Sounds of rustling and footsteps were heard from the inside. A few seconds later, the door opened revealing an older version of Blake with graying hair and a few wrinkles here and there. I’m guessing he’s in his fifties. A smile appeared on his face stretching from ear to ear.

“Hey dad.” Blake smiled at his father.

“Blake!” his father cried and engulfed him in a hug. It’s refreshing to see a son hugging his father. They pulled away from each other after a second or two. “How are you? How’s Allie been doing? And who’s this young lady?”

“I’ve been doing great, and Allie’s still Allie.” Blake replied to his father and placed his hand over my shoulder, pulling me against him. “Dad this is Bethany Hamilton, my girlfriend. Bethany, this is my dad.”

I gave him a smile and returned one back. He extended his hand out and I gladly shook it.

“Come in both of you” he said and stepped aside for us to enter.

The interior was quite cozy. It wasn’t small, and it wasn’t big. There were embroidered bible verses hung on the wall, and embroidered pillow cases with names one them. On one of the walls were filled with pictures, and some were scattered on the shelves. On the far end corner was a black piano, just a few yards away from the fireplace.

“What’d you think?”

“I like it.” I said, nodding to myself. “It’s so….family friendly. So happy.”

“You have to see this picture Bethany.” His dad got excited and opened up a drawer, rummaging through it before pulling out a photograph.

“Please do call me Beth.”

“Dad don’t. Please don’t.” Blake started to worry as he tried to reach for the photo but his father already showed it to me. “Dad. Dad…Dad…Dad!”

It was a picture of him as a little child, probably around five years old on the toilet with briefs on his head. His face looked extremely red. It looked like he was in the middle of taking a dump.

“Not that one dad.” Blake scowled at his father who was laughing with me. “Stop embarrassing me.”

“He called himself a superhero of underwear.”

“I give up.” Blake sighed and collapsed on the couch. “

Three hours later, I was in the kitchen helping Blake clean up the dishes. He insisted that I shouldn’t since I’m the guess. I insisted I should because I contributed the amount of dishes that was on the sink. He said no but I already had the sponge in my hands.

“How do you think I did?” I asked.

“On a scale of one to ten, I’d say zero.”

“Blake!”
He laughed and flicked my forehead which by the way turned red when we started eating dinner because of my clumsy actions earlier in the cemetery. “I’m just kidding Bethany. You did great.”

“You’re just biased. I’m scared they’ll kick me out or something.”

“Maybe you should bake something for them. Bribe them to like you more.” He suggested, taking the ceramic plate from my hands and wiping it dry with a towel.

“Keep it PG-13 there Blake!” I heard Blake’s mom shout all the from the living room making me burst out in laughter and Blake blushing. “Don’t do any hanky panky business on the counters! I just polished them.”

“Mom.” Blake scowled, shutting his eyes in utter embarrassment.

“I’m serious!”

I couldn’t keep a smile off my face. “Your mom’s something.”

“Don’t.” he shook his head.

“It seems like they’re ultimate goal for the night is to embarrass you.”

“Hey Beth! Have you seen Blake’s afro hairstyle yet?” his mom asked and my eyes widened, and so did my grin.

“Mom don’t!” Blake dropped the towel he as holding and charged to the living room. I wiped the last plate and placed it on the cupboard before following him.

I walked in on a scene where Blake was on the couch with his face on his palms, his ears pink. Mr. and Mrs. Greene was on the other couch with a thick photo album, laughing.

“Come dear.” Mrs. Greene motioned for me to go near her.

She flipped the album to show me of Blake, before puberty I think, in a messy afro. And it was huge.  Before I could stop myself, I burst out laughing, doubling over.

“Oh my- why….why this….why stop…oh god….” I managed a few words out of me in between laughing so hard. “We…we should….we should have this….framed…”

“Don’t give them ideas Bethany!” Blake grimaced.

“That’s not such a bad idea.” Mrs. Greene nodded.

“Don’t encourage her mom. I’m not so sure this was a good idea after all.” Blake sighed and placed is arm over his eyes.

“Oh hush Blake.” Mrs. Greene dismissed him with a motion of her hand. “How about I show you a video of Blake-”

“No mom.” Blake stood up and grabbed my arms, pulling me away from his mother. “I think she has seen too much to last her a lifetime.”

“But that wasn’t even half of it yet.” His dad smirked at the obvious embarrassment of his son.

“Save it for next time dad.” He rolled his eyes and tugged me to the direction of the stairs.

“Don’t mess up the sheets honey.” Mrs. Greene warned. “I just washed them.”

“Mom.” Blake’s face turned to deeper shade of red. “Stop it please.”

We couldn’t hear what his mother replied because Blake was already running up the stairs dragging e along with him.

“I like your mother.” I told him, grinning from ear to ear. “She’s so fun.”

“Don’t.” He shook his head and pulled me in the room furthest from the staircase. He closed the door behind him shut and pinned me against it. “Her hobbies include embarrassing me. “

“That’s every mother’s hobby.” I grinned and leaned in to kiss him only to be kissing the air when he pulled back away from me.

“You heard my mother.” He smirked. “Don’t mess up the sheets. She just had them washed.”

My face heated up almost instantly. “N-not like-”

“I’m just messing with you.” He smirked and leaned in to kiss me. “You’re so cute.”

Just as I was about to close my eyes, a small silver framed photo that was on top of the dresser caught my eye. I ignored everything and even pushed Blake away who was trailing tiny kisses down my neck. I picked it up from the dresser and examined the old photo carefully.

“Is this…”

Blake turned around and groaned out loud. “Even in my own room I’m not safe, am I?”

“You were so cute!” I said rather too excitedly. It was a picture of a very chubby child version of Blake, most likely around eight to eleven years old playing the piano that I believe was the exact same on from the living room. “What happened to you?”

“It’s not funny.” He scowled. “Leave that frame alone.”

“You play?” I asked, curious. “The piano, you play?”

The happy aura he emitted suddenly vanished and I know I have asked the wrong question but nevertheless, he didn’t leave me hanging.

“Yes, I used to play the piano.” He answered, running his fingers through his hair.

“Used to?” I asked, unable to keep the question to myself. “Why’d you stop?”

He remained silent, dropping his arm down to his sides and sitting down on the edge of the bed. I figured I crossed the line too far now and asking if he played was already on the borderline. I bit my tongue, I should’ve kept my big mouth shut.

“I’m sorry. I should stop talking.” I apologized and sat beside him on the bed. “I’m sorry.”

I heard him sigh. “Stop apologizing Bethany. You can ask me anything you like, even my grades during fifth grade if you really want to.”

“I’d love to see all of your baby pictures.”

“Wish not granted.” He flicked my nose. “I met Stephanie during one of my piano recitals when I was small. Then we hung out, a lot and we used to play together, even during our wedding. It was something that bonded us…and when…and when she was gone, it seemed pointless to play so I stopped and never pressed a single key again. The last time I played was on her funeral.”

I didn’t know what to say so instead I just hold his hand and cup his face with my other hand and kissed him. I rested my head on his shoulder and he placed his head on top of mine as we stared at the wooden flooring of his room.

“Let’s go.” He announced out of the blue, trying to lighten up the atmosphere and grabbed my elbow. “Let’s get out of here.”

Unfortunately for me, he was stronger than I was so he was able to drag me not only out of the room but out of the house. We snuck out through the back door because he got worried that his mother would drag us both back to the living room and show every single photo album they own to me page by page.

“Where are we going?” I asked as we walked through the grassy field. “Are you sure we’re allowed to be here? Are trespassing someone else’s property? What if we get caught?”

“Stop worrying.” He said and I could just imagine him rolling his eyes at me. “My parents still own this part of the land. See that little barn?”

He pointed at the not so far distance where a small brown barn house.

“I turned it to my own little house.” He stated proudly making me smile at him. “My dad wanted to bring it down because it was an eyesore. It looked horrible, it really did but I told him I’d fix everything up as long as it could be like my own little fort.”

“Like a tree house?” I asked.

“Yeah but I never had tree house or been in one growing up so the barn it is.” He looked at his watch and his eyes grew wide. “Hurry! We’re going to miss it!”

“Fireworks?” I guessed, remembering how excited he was on our first date to show me the fireworks that he snuck both of us to a closed lake just to get the best view.

He shook his head. “No. It’s something better than fireworks.”

“What are you up to?” I stopped dead on my tracks and raised a questioning brow at him but he pulled me with him.

“So many questions.” He said and suddenly stopped in front of a red pick-up truck whose bed was filled with numerous pillows and blankets. My questioning brow was up again, this time it was accompanied by my suspicious stare.

With his hands raised in the air and with a sheepish smile he said, “It’ll be more comfortable with all of the pillows. God that sounds wrong. Not it it. I mean…we’re…uh…this will ruin the surprise. We’re watching a meteor shower okay? We’re lying down to watch it and the grass hasn’t been trimmed for quite some time so it isn’t as comfy as it should be.”

I smiled at his rambling. So adorable.

“I don’t know what this ‘it’ you’re talking about. I thought we were building forts.” I smirked, teasing him. “I like forts.”

“You…”

“What?” I asked him innocently, pushing myself on the bed of the truck and lied down. “You’re right, it is more comfy with all the pillows.”

He said something incoherent but I was pretty sure he rolled his eyes at me.

“So what time does this meteor shower start?” I asked, scooting beside Blake who lied down beside me. “Are you sure we can see it?”

“A few minutes from now if I’m not mistaken and yes I’m sure we can see it.” He replied and kissed my head.

“What if it rains?” I asked.

I heard him sigh and he moved his body so that he could face me. “You’re so pessimistic.” He flicked my forehead. “There’s only a slight chance of rain and if it were to do so, the barn’s got heater.”

“You always think everything through.” I smiled and kissed him.

“For you, of courseI will.”

I moved closer to him if that was possible. Today was a really long day for me.

“Blake?”

“Yes?”

“What do you think would’ve happened if Stephanie was still alive?” I asked quietly. I knew it wasn’t the right question to ask but I have been itching to know his answer. “Would you still like me? Would there have been an ‘us’?”

His body stiffened around me for a second or two before relaxing again. He remained silent as if he was thinking of what to answer. A minute passed and I figured he wasn’t going to answer and I wasn’t going to push him to. I could feel him playing with my hair.

A white object flew from one of the sky to the other and I immediately sat up, my eyes wide and my jaw dropped. This was the first time I ever witnessed a meteor shower.

“Did you see that?” I cried out to Blake who seemed amused at my over excited reaction. “Did you?”

He sat up too and wrapped an arm over my shoulder. “I did.”

So we watched the sky, waiting for more meteors to cross it.

“I’ll be honest.” Blake suddenly spoke from beside me.

I didn’t say anything, signaling him to continue as I leaned my head against his chest. I could hear his heart beating beneath me.

“I’d still like you but I’d also stay clear from you. I’m not the two at a time kind of man” He said and wrapped his arms around me, below my chest. “I’m happy with one. I mean keeping one girl satisfied is already tedious work, two would be like going on a suicide mission. Allie doesn’t count, she’ll always be my little princess.”

“Hey!” I exclaimed and nudged him on his stomach. “I am not high maintenance!”

“So defensive!” He poked my stomach in reply. “I never said you were high maintenance.”

“It kind of felt like you did.” I crossed my arms, feigning hurt.

I felt his head on my neck trailing soft light kisses as he whispered ‘I love you’. As a reaction, my shoulders went up immediately, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.

“Stop! That tickles!”

Thankfully he did stop. However, he moved away from me making me lie down on the truck bed on top of the pillows. He shifted his body and swung his legs over me, straddling me in between his legs. He bent down and again started trailing kisses down my neck.

“Blake!” I squealed and tried my best to push him off me but failed miserably. He was much larger, heavier and overall stronger than me so my willingness to put up a fight was pretty much useless. He pulled away and sat up, looking at me with twinkling eyes and a mischievous smile.

“What’s wrong?” he smirked.

“It tickles!” I cried out and poked his arm.

“What about this?” he asked and leaned back down on my neck. Before I could even protest to what he was about to do, he placed one soft kiss on my neck and started nibbling on it.

I gasped.

“Does that tickle?” he whispered and kissed me on the lips.

I didn’t respond to his question but I did respond to the kiss. I held on tight to him, snaking my arms around his neck and lightly tugging at his hair. Blake held my face with one hand and placed the other hand on my waist, slowly lowering it down to my thighs.

With the fingers, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly started pulling it up his body. I traced his abs with my fingers, lightly drawing small circles on it.

He pulled away from me, letting me breath as I pulled off his shirt. He bent back down and placed kisses on my collar bone.

I grabbed the hem line of my shirt and started pulling it over my head. When I had it up to my breasts, he placed his hands over mine, stopping me from taking it off completely

“Stop.” He whispered and shook his head. I looked at him confused, clutching my shirt tightly.

“W-what’s wrong?” I asked, my voice shaky.

Blake sighed. “If you take your shirt off, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself.”

“What if I don’t want you to?”

***

The bright light from the sun woke me up the next day. I clutched on to the sheets of the bed in the barn as I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Blake wasn’t beside me anymore. The space beside me was empty and my heart started racing.

What if he left me?

I was still naked under the sheets. I started breathing in and out deeply, trying my best to calm myself when suddenly the door to the bathroom swung open revealing Blake only in his boxers with a toothbrush sticking out from his mouth. I let out a huge sigh of relief and collapsed back on the bed, placing my arm over my forehead.

“You’re awake.” He announced the obvious.

“I was scared you took off and left me here.” I stated bluntly. “I know you wouldn’t but I just panicked.”

 He went back on the bathroom and emerged from it a few moments later. He sat on the bed making it dip down as he did so. Still clutching tightly on to the sheets, I smiled at him. He lowered his head to kiss me.

“I love you Bethany.” He smiled against the kiss.

I smiled back. “I love you Blake.”

He leaned in again and kissed me. With one hand covering my naked body, I used the other hand to hold on to his face. He rolled his body so he would be straddling me and used his arms to support him. He started tugging the sheets and that’s when I pulled away.

“I’m not sure I can do round two after last night.”

He smirked. “You mean round three?”

I blushed ad looked away. I knew I was still too raw after last night’s events but I knew I didn’t want to let go of Blake. “I still feel sore.”

“Let me help you to a warm shower. It’ll make you feel better.” He offered.

Just as I was about to reply, the main door of the barn swung open revealing Mrs. Greene. Blake who was initially on top of me fell to his side and off the bed. I grabbed as much of the sheets as I can to cover myself. My face heated up real quick.

“Mom!” Blake scowled and threw a pillow at her which she caught. “Wrong timing!”

“Were you two about to-” she stopped mid sentence when she saw I was holding the sheets to cover myself. “I guess you already did. I was going to call you guys for breakfast. Lock the doors next time Blake.”

With that being said, Mrs. Greene closed the doors behind her.

I turned to Blake who buried his face on his palms. Well this was going to be the topic at the table for sure.

 END.

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Turns out after the last chapter, all the motivation to write vanished.I'm sorry it took me so long!

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